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“They say the world is coming to an end. They say that’s why it’s so fucked up.”
“Wishful thinking.” Marge said. “The world will go on for a million years.”
― Dog Soldiers
“Wishful thinking.” Marge said. “The world will go on for a million years.”
― Dog Soldiers
“There's an Arab blessing," Converse informed them, "'May the poetry of your love never turn to prose.”
― Dog Soldiers
― Dog Soldiers
“So many people have it all figured out and they're all full of shit. It's sad.”
― Dog Soldiers
― Dog Soldiers
“He was thinking that if it had not been for her he might not have survived. There could be no forgiveness for that.”
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“Sometimes I get high and go through the car wash.”
― Zit Wars: The Battle for Great Skin
― Zit Wars: The Battle for Great Skin
“After a moment, Holliwell saw Pablo's lips move silently. He was repeating the phrase. The abridgement of hope”
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“In the old days was the original bohemians. A lot of times the bohemian was really educated and a patron of art. Then you got the beatnik, maybe a lower class of person. Now you got fuckin' hippies everywhere.”
― Dog Soldiers
― Dog Soldiers
“In the course of being fragmentation-bombed by the South Vietnamese Air Force, Converse experienced several insights; he did not welcome them although they came as no surprise.
One insight was that the ordinary physical world through which one shuffled heedless and half-assed toward nonentity was capable of composing itself, at any time and without notice, into a massive instrument of agonizing death. Existence was a trap; the testy patience of things as they are might be exhausted at any moment.
Another was that in the single moment when the breathing world had hurled itself screeching and murderous at his throat, he had recognized the absolute correctness of its move. In those seconds, it seemed absurd that he had ever been allowed to go his foolish way, pursuing notions and small joys. He was ashamed of the casual arrogance with which he had presumed to scurry about creation. From the bottom of his heart, he concurred in the moral necessity of his destruction.”
― Dog Soldiers
One insight was that the ordinary physical world through which one shuffled heedless and half-assed toward nonentity was capable of composing itself, at any time and without notice, into a massive instrument of agonizing death. Existence was a trap; the testy patience of things as they are might be exhausted at any moment.
Another was that in the single moment when the breathing world had hurled itself screeching and murderous at his throat, he had recognized the absolute correctness of its move. In those seconds, it seemed absurd that he had ever been allowed to go his foolish way, pursuing notions and small joys. He was ashamed of the casual arrogance with which he had presumed to scurry about creation. From the bottom of his heart, he concurred in the moral necessity of his destruction.”
― Dog Soldiers
